Lin Hui is a young topic, and there will be many media interviews on the opening day.

For publishers, it's definitely the best.

It's also a great opportunity for the young man in the role of director to make a difference.

Lin Hui saw each other's ambitions clearly when they met for the first time.

"Don't worry, it's going to be a success, because it's a brilliant work! This kind of masterful drawing. You can feel your unique style!"

The man is like the host of the shopping desk, gushing and saying.

I guess I learned these words from some critic, who didn't understand the value of the work. Will only echo

Other people's opinions only. And this asks the so-called publishing house. In fact, it is also a company related to several Yiyang, and this solo exhibition is somewhat guided by the above.

In fact, there is a big question about how the publishing industry evaluates his work.

Lin Hui always looked at each other with cold eyes.

I don't even understand the value of painting, and I don't know about it as a person. Speak less in a self-aware tone.

He always thought so in his heart.

However, today, the other party's voice didn't reach his ears, and Lin Hui always felt confused, as if he didn't even know where his own person was

I don't understand it a bit.

「………………」

Why, would I be in such a place?

Why, I'm still alive?

Why?

Why...

"—because you don't deserve to die."

"Hmm......"

- Tsuna.

The girl's voice?

「…… Huh!"

I turned around suddenly, but I didn't see any of the girl or the black cat.

Looking around, I didn't see anything.

Is it an auditory hallucination? But just now......

The girl who was a grim reaper but had a sad face came to mind. Ever since I escaped from the building that day, I always felt light-footed

fluttering, without the feeling of stepping on the ground, I couldn't help but wonder why those eyes were full of sadness.

The Grim Reaper, who is in charge of death, actually wants to stop death.

The words that the girl said were like rain that moistened the dry land, sinking deep into Lin Hui's heart.

Why is it in front of me?

And what is the reason for her grief?

Don't understand. I don't think there's any meaning in living, but I'm still alive.

If she hadn't shown up, I could have been a ray of light...

Why–

"What's wrong?"

The man looked at Lin Hui's face in surprise. You seem to be really sick, so that's all for today."

「…… Okay."

Lin Hui replied like this, and followed the man's footsteps towards the exit. Result –

"Ah......h

The man stopped suddenly, and Lin Hui, who was in a daze, accidentally bumped into the other party's back.

The other party almost fell, but he still quickly ran towards the entrance.

"Master Lin!"

The man bowed deeply to the sudden visitor.

The secretary pushed the door open, and the big man who came towards him was Lin Yiyang, Lin Hui's father.

"Why didn't you hear you were coming? I'm sorry I didn't have time to go out to greet me!"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the big man, a large drop of sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and he was completely overwhelmed.

However, Lin Yiyang only lightly raised one hand to stop the other party from talking, and approached Dahui directly.

"How's the preparation?"

As always. A stressful tone.

"Report to Daddy...... It went well.

"Really?"

Lin Hui was also confused by his father's appearance. Even though the paintings and the decorations were ready, the exhibition had not yet begun, and it was hard to imagine that a well-known figure like my father would care about even his own son.

I wouldn't have come here because I was worried about my son. Presumably, let's review it first, this exhibition will not damage the reputation of a few questions and one yang. Lin Hui speculated.

Sure enough, Yiyang immediately continued to speak.

"Then let me see it first, I'd like to go through it roughly."

Obviously there is no time left, and he still makes this kind of request to find trouble.

You shouldn't have anything to do tomorrow, right? Then again, both before and after going abroad, my father has been locked up in the daytime room for more and more recently. It seems that a new work is being carried out.

"Okay, okay. Master, please follow me." The man kept bowing.

But Yiyang's reaction was once again unexpected.

"No. No hassle. Would you please stay away for a while?"

Two - referring to the man and the secretary.

The man took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Confused, he followed the secretary out.

Zhishuo, Yiyang didn't say anything. Start walking indoors.

Lin Hui was a little stunned, so he had to follow behind his father.

- Suzu...... Bell ......

Lin Hui stared at Lin Yiyang's back in front of him.

Formal suits. For a fifty-year-old person, he has a sturdy physique and is quite stylish.

This is the back of a world-class painter, and he must be much taller this time.

It's like a huge wall separating the world.

I can't go beyond this wall, I can't be accepted. You can only follow it.

Yiyang didn't say a word to Lin Hui when he was looking at the day, and occasionally looked at the paintings on the wall with a sharp gaze.

How, satisfied,

These are all works drawn in accordance with your instructions.

The crimson color of the book you're staring at at now is your way to show the soil that you don't have in the city. I was forced to add it. And the angel in the picture. Originally, I wanted to draw a sad table. But he was asked to change it to a smile full of joy. Originally, I wanted to express the feeling of pain, but it turned into a warm work.

Ironically, that book ended up getting high reviews.

The painting, the colors, the composition. Everything on that...... It's all exactly what you want. I always obediently followed the track.

In the dark tunnels, it has been walking for many years.

Yiyang finally looked at the last painting.

Lin Hui, who has never worn a watch. I don't know exactly how long it has been, but it feels like it's been quite long.

It's the last painting. In fact, it's the opposite. It was a graffiti drawn by Lin Hui before he was sensible, without any skill, and it is a bold work that you can't help but smile at now, using blue, red and orange to paint the entire sky. Even the sun turned purple.

Lin Hui had only recently known that such a picture had been preserved, and at first he did not want to show it, but the publisher said, "This is the starting point of the painter's great fai." Insist on putting it in.

Why did he keep this kind of messy stuff, why he brought meaningless graffiti to the exhibition, he didn't know at all.

It was paper that I didn't know what it was used for. The area is almost one meter square, so large graffiti. It was mixed with other works, and even became the finale of the exhibition.

Because of this, it is particularly eye-catching in the high-style furnishings of the venue.

And his father Lin Yiyang has been standing in front of this picture for a long time,

Well, this is a decision made by the publisher on its own, you must say it's a mess, right?

…… This thing is really messy, and at that time, I didn't start to receive my father's guidance before I could draw this inexplicable thing. Now I listen to my father."

Lin Hui said derogatory words about himself, but his father, who had always remained silent, spoke slowly.

"Lin Hui, what are you painting for?"

Abrupt question.

He wanted to simply answer the same question, but he couldn't.

This is the first time this kind of question has been asked, while. Lin Hui knew why he wanted to paint.

In an interview with a TV and newspaper magazine, he was asked, "What is painting to you?" ］。 problems.

At that time he replied-

"It's my heart."

Just take the famous quotes of the painter you have read in the book, but it doesn't work at the moment, it's two different things entirely.

For Lin Hui, who has always painted according to the requirements, this question cannot be answered at all.

There is simply no way to answer something that is not voluntary.

If you have to answer, you can only say - it's because of you.

…… Can't answer? Lin Yiyang said quietly.

"No wonder your paintings are so boring."

Hearing his father's cold comments, Lin Hui couldn't help but want to refute.

It's all drawn according to your wishes. And you still say that,

What I learned from you is how to draw to the judges' preferences.

And it's called a copy of Lin Yiyang.,No self-like way of painting.。

The person who asked me to draw like this is you.

If my work is boring, so should yours.

Unfortunately, this idea was not really spoken. Since childhood, he has been instilled with the concept that he is not allowed to disobey his father, and the emotions in his heart have gradually receded after a period of agitation.

"I'm sorry."

I heard Lin Hui apologize mechanically for the first time. Lin Yiyang sighed softly.

With a sigh and a spit out. It is the last whisper to be heard.

…… Not yet...... Give me more...... A little time...... Come on

Kindness?

Lin Hui was about to ask rhetorically. Yiyang suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

The back seemed to be thinner than usual.

I don't know why. Looks like it's crying.

A little off.

It's kind of weird.

Why. His father would ask him that kind of question,

Why, only now to criticize his paintings,

Lin Hui was completely incomprehensible.

The only thing he can feel is that it will continue in the future, and it can only continue to continue, the darkness and sorrow of the water far away.

I can't see my own shadow, it's just. trample on your own heart again.

On this night,

Lin Yiyang - fell.

The cause is a heart attack.

Came out of Lin Hui's exhibition hall, got in the car and left, and it happened within a few minutes. Yiyang suddenly pressed his heart, and was immediately sent to the hospital in great pain.

Falling into a coma and losing consciousness.

I didn't feel anything. Lin Hui thought he was completely numb.

Lin Yiyang entered the intensive care unit, and the situation was not optimistic. Several people who have a working relationship. Go back and forth in the ward

"Because I don't have talent! Even if you can draw a piece that meets the requirements for winning the award, even if you can draw a work that imitates you, you will never be able to surpass you! When I found out: what it felt like in my heart. Do you know? It's the end of the world at all. I thought that I could find the future by following the path you were directing, but I was immediately disillusioned. It's all because of you! Your wall has blocked all the roads ahead, and there is no future to be had, which is really miserable. Nothing left for me...... What else to say to see the light. My future is nothing but a tunnel of endless darkness."

After venting, he was almost weak, and he almost stood down.

I'm already an empty shell.

Even so, the father calmly spoke softly to his son.

"No, your future isn't over yet...... I only knew how much pressure you were under when you painted that landscape covered in black...... It's just that I always believe I'm doing the right thing...... Hold on a little more...... You will definitely succeed. It's sure to shine all over the world......

In order not to bury Lin Hui's talent, Lin Yiyang has worked hard for many years.

In order that he is not knocked down by anything. We strive to provide an environment where you can continue to paint.

"The current you...... Just as my son. He became one of the many painters who were not unknown...... But you have a creative power that no one else can imitate...... It's just that it can't be recognized yet...... That's how conservative the world is...... When the solo exhibition was successful, it was well received by all walks of life...... You'll be able to unleash your creativity...... You can draw whatever you want...... Woo,"

In order to get noticed as soon as possible. He has always been asked to draw mouths that cater to the mainstream, and forced him to learn the tricks of winning awards. These are very painful for Lin Hui, but they are all for the sake of the long-term future.

Unknowingly, he drew more and more like his father's copy.

As a painter, this is unbearable for Lin Hui, but it is also an unavoidable phenomenon in the process of learning skills, and it is also a shortcut for him to be affirmed.

The black scenery painted by Lin Hui on the day he met the Grim Reaper was torn up by Lin Yiyang angrily and thrown into the trash.

Not just angry, even angry.

"At that time...... I'm just realizing how much pain I've brought you. If that distorted painting represents your heart...... It must be your death thoughts...... Right? Don't think about dying, you're still young, but you haven't realized the meaning of life yet."

Lin Yiyang's words and thoughts violently shook Lin Hui.

Lin Yiyang is a very clumsy person.

In painting, he can dance with long sleeves and enjoy it, but he is not good at expressing even the simplest words in the face of his children. When he found out that Dahui had a talent that surpassed himself, he was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and in order to cultivate Lin Hui's talent to grow and thrive, he did his best as a father to work hard.

He has seen many potential newcomers who have won awards in the art world, but later they were used because they were too young and disappeared like meteors, so he was especially strict with his son.

In fact, on the day Lin Hui won the award for the first time, and on the day when he decided to hold a solo exhibition, he silently raised a drink to celebrate at night. Even though he was told by the doctor not to drink, he didn't care, just because he was so happy. It's all because of the love for his son.

Thinking about his son in a very clumsy way, just bent on giving.

"Daddy............

Lin Hui's voice echoed in the room.

He was standing in his father's studio.

Now, after his father's death, he is confused about the deep family affection.

How to receive that fatherly love, he didn't know.

There is a father's breath in the studio.

At this moment, it seems that Lin Yiyang can still be seen sitting there. Work wonders on the canvas.

The smell of painting tools and paints fills the nose.

The utensils that are no longer in use are neatly arranged, which is infinitely nostalgic.

- Tsuna.

It's the bell again.

Just hear the bell. He would think of his father.

and, the teenager's verses.

He will never close his eyes again.

I used to feel that the light was too dazzling, and I kept my eyes closed, and I couldn't even see the light on my body.

Keep your eyes open and look straight ahead.

The cold February breeze blows the curtains.

As if a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared, Bai Bai and Daniel appeared out of thin air.

She's the Grim Reaper.